Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retireTo pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,And every stranger finds a ready chair;Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crownd,Where all the ruddy family aroundLaugh at the jests or pranks that never fail;Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale;Or press the bashful stranger to his food,And learn the luxury of doing good. Goldsmith.The Traveller, Line 13.